the rock in the sand

for miles it seemed, the sand kept going, safe in the uniformity of its sandness. warmed by the sun, soaked by the sea, it lingered.

there was a little rock amongst all this sand. the rock was uneven in texture and asymetical in shape. this rock felt many tides pass over it, yet remained firmly anchored, though worn down by the persistent waters.

this constant battering shaped the little rock into something that glistened, above the din of the bland shoreline . this rock, that had always yearned to be part of the sand, soon revelled in its oneness.